what if lyrics

[Intro: Anthony Perkins, Janet Leigh & Sewerperson]
Understand, I don't hate her
I hate what she's become
(sorrow bringer)
I hate the illness
Wouldn't it be better if you put her
Someplace?
You mean an institution?
What if I made you a promise to always be faithful and always be honest?
Would you have matched me, and would you have meant it?
I know when you lyin', girl, don't even try it
I take agreement from out of that silence
I hope that you know just how serious I'm 'bout it
If I should die here, I'm hauntin' the grounds
And if I should die hеre, I'm taking you off it

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Oh, you piece of sh*t
What if I wеnt out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that
Huh, I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, f*ck

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
Wait, hold up, I'm steppin' it back, now I'm playin' it back
Wait, I'm taking it back, nah, f*ck it
I'm tryna see how he work, I'ma take him apart and try puttin' him back
I'm wonderin', how could you f*ck up this home?
We were lively and warm, now you dead in a sack
f*ck it, I'm buryin' you by the bridge so you bounce off the boats filled up with rats
[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Oh, you piece of sh*t
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that
Huh, I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, f*ck
Oh, you're a piece of sh*t

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
I've grown tired
My hands rest, wired, tied up
I've nothing to regret, I love it so much
Four walls holding my soul
I almost threw up this moment
My rage keeps growing so much

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
(Growin' so much)
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
(Growin' so much)
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that (Growin' so much)
I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, f*ck